Having
grown up in foster care, Latasha looks forward to a stable happily-ever-after
with K.C., her Jamaican boyfriend. But his band, Caribbean Climax, is flat
broke. When Jonathan Lance, CEO of Third Mountain Coffee, propositions her for
one paid night of ecstasy, she does it for her and K.C.’s future.

Jonathan
has admired Latasha from afar since the day he met her, but his company comes
first. His father, who controls part of it, would never approve of an
interracial relationship. After the business transaction, however, emotional
ties remain, and Latasha is torn between two men who differ in every way.

And
when the unthinkable happens, will her choice be easier—or impossible?

sequel to Jamaican
Temptation

Excerpt (Jamaican Vibration - copyright Afton Locke 2018)

“Would losing your precious company really be
the end of the world?” She crossed her arms. “Couldn’t you work for someone
else? Over half the people on this island would be happy to have a regular job.
Including me.”

He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “You’re right.
Latasha, I’m sorry.”

“If you’re so uptight about the interracial
thing, why did you enter into a relationship with K.C. and me? A ménage would
really freak the old man out. Am I wrong?”

“I don’t know. It just felt easy. Less pressure
on me. Safer than a one-on-one relationship.”

She huffed out a breath. “Safer? That’s funny. I
don’t feel safe at all. I’ve got two men, and today I find out neither one
really wants me because of their precious careers.”

Their server appeared. “Would you care for some
dessert?”

“No, thank you,” she replied, standing so
abruptly she bumped the table. “I’ve lost my appetite.”

The waiter laid down the check and scurried off
as if sensing trouble.

Jonathan stood, too, and placed a restraining
hand on her arm. “Latasha, calm down. Please don’t make a scene.”

After Jonathan paid the check, she managed to
leave the restaurant with dignity. It would be the last time she ever shared a
meal with mister white supremacist.

“Take me home,” she said when they reached his
SUV.

He opened the door for her. “I thought we’d go
to my place for a while. You can even spend the night if you want.”

She hopped onto the leather seat, which felt
softer than melted butter against her thighs. “Why? So you can enjoy my body in
private and tell your father I’m just a hired hand?”

He closed her door and got in on the driver’s
side. “Latasha, be reasonable. Making love is a private act. It would be good
for us to try it without K.C.”

“K.C.,” she spat. “He’s probably doing some
groupie right now. You know what? I hate both of you.”

“Do you, now?” He chuckled as he set his key fob
on the center console. “Then show me.”

She glanced over at him. “What do you mean?”

“You’re right. I’m a selfish bastard, just like
my father. Show me how much you hate me.”

He breathed hard, fogging the windows, which
were already privacy tinted and spotted with rain. She replied by gripping the
lapel of his jacket and squeezing until it crumpled in her fist.

“You’re ruining my suit,” he said, not sounding
put out about it at all.

“To hell your suit, and your precious money.”
She gave it a tug, which pulled his face closer to hers.

While rain tapped the windshield, his gaze bored
into hers—igniting her from limb to limb. She kissed the mouth that had been so
serious and grim all evening. She kissed it hard. Until her own lips crushed
against her teeth from the pressure.

Sunday, March 25, 2018

Gavin
Douglas joins a Scottish mission as a carpenter to escape painful memories of
his wife’s death from a back-alley abortion she tried to keep secret from him.
The last thing he expects to find in Africa is instant attraction to a native.

For
the past year, Zenda has devoted her time to Claymore Missionary, secretly
erasing everything taught to her tribe’s children to prevent them from becoming
whitewashed. Nothing else matters except claiming her tribal identity as a
woman. But before her eagerly awaited rite of passage can take place, Gavin
lays his own claim on her body, igniting desires she can’t face losing.

Gavin
is horrified to learn of the physical transformation—and associated risks—she
insists on undergoing. When he realizes his biggest loss may be yet to come,
his only mission is to teach Zenda pleasure.

Daughters of Africa ~
African women who shaped the world and the men who love them

Excerpt (erotic)

To his utter
shock, Zenda grabbed the hem of her robe and lifted it up her legs and torso.
Dumbstruck, he watched as it sailed over her head and landed neatly onto the
nearest rock. Nothing remained on her body except her necklace and a brief
loincloth.

Fully
revealing her breasts. Tipped on the ends with nipples as dusky as soot, they
made the most perfect picture he’d ever seen. A sudden weight pressed against
his whirlygigs until he feared they might explode.

How could a
girl who’d shied away from kissing flaunt her bare breasts as if they were no
different than her elbows? He clearly had a lot to learn about Africans…

To cool his
burning crotch, he waded in with her. Remembering the mission rules and the boy
with the spear, he decided to leave his clothes on. Besides, he didn’t know
what kind of sharp-toothed creatures might be lurking in the murky-brown pool.

Her chest
looked even lusher with rivulets of water forming pearly webs across her dark
skin. She couldn’t expect him not to touch her. The calm surface of the pond
rippled as he scampered across the moss-slickened rocks underfoot.

She backed
up a step, much more gracefully than he. When her eyes widened, he almost
glanced over his shoulder to see if a lion crouched nearby. Until he realized
the creature she feared was him. A dragonfly landed on her shoulder, flexing
its lacy wings, ready to fly away at any moment.

What was she
trying to do? Lure him into doing something that might get him into trouble?
He’d broken the mission’s anti-lust rule today many times over. After all, he
was a white man, the enemy. And she’d made it clear she didn’t care for the
whites moving into her land and changing everything.

But a man
had only so much self-control, and his had just run out. After locking an arm
around her waist, he pulled her body into his and clamped his mouth on the peak
of one breast. The dragonfly darted off, buzzing past his head.

Her sharp
grunt raised the hair on his arms. Because he didn’t know if she’d done it from
fear or pleasure. And what really shocked the hell out of him? He didna care.

She dug her
fingernails into the back of his wet shirt as he sucked the other firm peak
between his lips. His jaw convulsed, causing him to nick her puckered flesh
with his teeth. She grunted again and churned the water into a frenzy with her
flailing limbs.

He backed
her against a half-submerged mangrove tree, grinding her soft pelvis against
the curved root until the latter creaked and damn near snapped. He tugged on
his belt, a heartbeat away from releasing his cock and spearing her with it.

Good God. I’m acting like a savage beast!

How could
they exchange prayers about trees one moment and end up this way the next? He
had no idea he’d been carrying around such pent-up needs. Never before had he
felt such burning lust for any woman—of any color. Maybe he’d better head back
to port and find a place where he’d be safer and saner. A place with no women.

With a
wrench, he pulled himself from her. She wasted no time throwing herself at him,
like a cougar leaping from a tree branch, until he fell into the water.

Sputtering,
he surfaced for air. “What the hell did you do that for?”

She cradled
her hardened, wet nipples in her pale palms, which didna slake his lust one damn bit.

“Y-you
attacked me!”

“And you
asked for it,” he said, still gasping from the water he’d choked on below.
“Parading around in front of me half naked.”

She gazed
down at her upturned breasts, understanding dawning on her face.

Things
couldn’t be worse for Ranson, an out-of-work genie. Once coveted for his
ability to grant wishes, he and his kind are reduced to commodities and subsist
on gig jobs through an employment agency catering to elite clients.

Ranson’s
recent masters and mistresses worked him to the bone before tossing him aside
for newer, more advanced genies with specialized knowledge in rigging the stock
market, getting candidates elected to office, changing the weather… Damn. He
sucks at that stuff. His sole talent is granting wishes for women to retain
their youth.

Alexandra
Prescott, billionaire CEO of a film and TV conglomerate, is only twenty-nine
but figures a genie can keep her looking good without surgery, a necessity in
beauty-obsessed Los Angeles. Not sure what to expect when he arrives, she’s
surprised how tall, virile, and luscious, he is. A real hottie and no pushover.
Tired of the crap he’s put up with, he insists she treat him with respect, not
merely as a service she’s rented.

She’s
game and wants to get to know this bad boy. Up close and personal, they explore
what they both crave: heated days, wicked nights, learning their strengths and
weaknesses, touching each other’s souls. Wow.

They
fall hard and fast, but in order to secure their future, there’s one last,
nearly impossible hurdle they have to face…

South
Florida just got a helluva lot steamier… During the day, the staff at Wicked
Brand makes ink dreams a reality for their appreciative clients. After hours,
this naughty crew engages in sensual delights as wild as the designs they’re
selling. Their motto? Nothing forbidden. Nothing held back.

Wicked Times Two Blurb:

She’s through with love and just wants
to have some wicked fun...

Burned by her cheating boyfriend,
Jasmina is finished with the idea of forever after with any guy. That fairy
tale doesn’t exist—at least not for her. From now on, protecting her heart and
letting pleasure rule is her motto.

Lucky for her, she has the perfect men
in mind. Noah and Kyle, two of the hottest cops in West Palm Beach. She hasn’t
been able to get them out of her head since they handled an altercation at
Wicked Brand, the tattoo parlor she manages. When they come back to get inked,
sparks fly.

Noah’s ready to play, and Kyle’s on
board. All they want is her—submission, bondage, spanking…no strings or
regrets. Seductive days roll into steamy nights, igniting feelings the guys
hadn’t expected and Jasmina can’t deny.

What
began as a sensual adventure could turn into so much more…if Jasmina can risk a
different kind of love.

Excerpt:

Kyle
and Noah strode inside, wearing their cop authority like a second skin.

Jasmina
fought dizziness, drawn to them effortlessly and recklessly.

Tor
hurried past the guys and reached her first.

She
ignored him.

Kyle’s
fragrance wafted close, an intoxicating cedar and suede mixture. She struggled
against taking another sniff, not wanting him to think she was weird, but it
wasn’t easy to restrain her desire. The disillusionment in his eyes had faded,
replaced by male interest…almost as if he couldn’t help himself.

Nice.

He
smiled at her, the gesture easygoing yet confident.

She
liked that.

Noah
brought up the rear, his scent tobacco, with a hint of coffee and musk. One
thousand percent male, like his assured bearing and attentive gaze.

Ambrosia
to a woman who hadn’t had fun in months.

Her
cheeks stung. So much for playing things cool. “Hey. What’s up?”

Kyle
rubbed his mouth, but it didn’t entirely hide his smile.

Color
darkened Noah’s face.

Jasmina
had to keep from leaning over the counter to check out the prizes between their
legs and asking if they were still seeing the women they’d brought to the
wedding. Or maybe they had someone new? She hoped not. “Is everything going
okay with the trial? Ethan didn’t bust out of jail, did he?”

Kyle
laughed. “Nope.”

Noah
chimed in. “He wouldn’t dare.”

Their
voices rumbled; her lust spiked to overdrive. Calm down before you make a fool of yourself.

It
wasn’t like her to become unglued around guys. She’d always been herself
whether they enjoyed her personality or not. Of course, Noah and Kyle were the
first men she’d been interested in post-Brad.

Maybe
that’s why Tor stood to the side like a chaperone.

She
knew she’d been in bad shape after being cheated on, but she didn’t like or
need his intrusion and turned to him. “Can I do something for you?”

“I’m
good.”

“Awesome.”
She slapped on a smile and gestured to the waiting area. “Your client will be
glad to hear that. He’s ready to get inked.” She lowered her voice. “He’s the
elderly man wearing the bright orange shorts. Nice guy.”

She
gave Tor the work order that detailed the tat the man wanted: a 3-D design on
his left pec that depicted an opened zipper. From inside his heart, his late
wife smiled at him.

The
sweetest gesture Jasmina had ever seen. If only all guys were loyal to the ones
they were supposed to love.

Wasn’t
going to happen, especially to her.

With
the forever-after fantasy in her rearview mirror, she was ready to cut loose
and enjoy herself. Not once but twice. Wicked times two. She faced Noah and
Kyle, attracted to both and eager to know what it would be like to be with them
at the same time. A threesome was the safest way she knew to have fun and
indulge in her carnal fantasies while also protecting her heart.

However,
whether they would go for the idea or think she was crazy was a huge if.

They
shot loaded gazes at Tor.

He
fired one right back but collected his client.

“Hey,
I’m Tor Avana.” He stuck out his hand. “Ward, is it? Nice to meet you.”

Jasmina’s
throat tightened with emotion. “It’s okay. Tor can ink you in his workstation
in the back. Totally private.”

Tor
gave her a look. She gave him one right back, annoyed at his behavior today.

He
ushered Ward down the hall but kept glancing over at her, Kyle, and Noah.

Jasmina
recalled when she’d first started to date. A big thing, given she was the
youngest in her family, not to mention the only girl with six brothers. Her mom
and dad had been pretty cool about the whole thing, trusting their daughter to
make the right choices and not to be a pushover for anyone. Her brothers were a
different story.

Tor
had shot the same look to Noah and Kyle that her brothers had given the guys
she’d dated, which said, “Back off.” Until Brad had messed with her heart and
dignity, Tor had never questioned her good sense. She knew she’d been hell to
live with around here, acting like a damn zombie. But that was in the past. She
was ready to move on, and he should trust her to know her own mind. The last
thing she needed was a damn bodyguard. She regarded Kyle and Noah. “Something
bothering Tor?”

Kyle
lifted his eyebrows slightly. A mellow response that told her nothing.

Noah
showed no reaction, his mood reserved, thoughts masked, taking her in as though
it was his right. Just as a cop would do. Pure authority.

For
him to play Dom to her sub would be the absolute best. After he worked his
wicked ways on her, Kyle would be there for comfort and tenderness. They could
even switch things up, taking turns playing good cop and bad. To have their
passion released at the same time…

About Tina:

Tina
Donahue is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist writing passionate
romance for every taste – “heat with heart” – for traditional publishers and
indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly,
Romantic Times, and numerous online sites have praised her work. She’s won
Readers’ Choice Awards, RWA awards - Holt Medallion and NEC, and won a Book of
the Year award. She’s featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market.
Before penning romances, she worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood
production company.

After
a year of unemployment, Daphne Wells comes to Wiccan Haus to learn hydrotherapy
for a new career as a healer. When her assigned patient turns out to be the
sexy ex-boss who laid her off, resentment gets in the way of healing.

Giovanni
Denaro arrives at Wiccan Haus, desperate to find a cure for the debilitating
tension that threatens his high-level financial career. But after some intimate
healing sessions, everything loses value except his need for Daphne’s
forgiveness.

When
a mermaid, filled with her own bitterness, offers Daphne a chance to get
revenge on the man who ruined her life, will she dare to turn the tide?

Daphne’s heart accelerated, throbbing against
the darkness around her. Much like her life, she couldn’t control anything on
this lousy island, including the elevators. Next time, she’d take the stairs—if
there were any.

Her senses converged on warm fingers, feather
soft, brushing her cheek. Gripping more firmly. Harder. Then the mouth. Oh God, the mouth.

Giovanni’s lips followed the pattern of his
fingers. Brushing softly at first. Then pressing into her flesh until she
opened to him. When she stepped backward, her spine contacted the elevator
wall. The handrail dug into her waist while his torso covered the front of her.
His hands felt so hot on her bare shoulders. So why did she shiver?

How could she have forgotten how good he
smelled? Warm and slightly spicy. Not like a high-level executive but best
friend-turned-lover. Craving more, she inhaled to the depths of her lungs.

She heard and felt his fast, deep breaths, too.
Oxygen rushed through her lungs, matching his pace. The small space they stood
in had no boundaries. Walls, arms, hearts. They were all one.

“We c-can’t—” she uttered when she managed to
twist her head away.

“Yes, we can,” he whispered. “We are.”

She’d forgotten how persuasive he could be.
Despite its softness, his voice commanded her the way it did executives in the
boardroom.

After drawing her closer, he inserted his tongue
between her lips. It felt as if every muscle in her face had let go. She
couldn’t keep him out—not that she wanted to.

You can’t
stop me. I dare you to try.

Where readers can find me

Afton
Locke is a USA Today Bestselling Author who prefers romantic fantasies to
everyday reality. Fantasies take her to different times, races, places, and
beyond. She lives with her husband, several unnamed dust bunnies, and a black
cat that can be scary or cuddly, depending on the current book. When she’s not
writing, Afton enjoys hiking, cooking, reading, and watching retro T.V.